Steven
I don't want to see you go
I don't even want to be there
I will cover up my eyes
And pray it goes away
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming, please stop screaming
I don't like to hear you cry
You just don't know how deep that cuts me
So I will cover up my eyes
And it will go away
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming, please stop screaming
STEVEN!
STEVEN!
I hear my name!
STEVEN!
Is someone calling me? I hear my name!
STEVEN!
That icy breath that whispers screams of pain!
I don't want to feel you die
But if that's the way that God has planned you
I'll put pennies on your eyes
And it will go away
See?
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming, please stop screaming
Steven.... Is someone calling me? No....
Steven....
I think I hear a voice--- it's outside the door!
STEVEN!
I hear my name!
STEVEN!
Is someone calling me? I hear my name!
STEVEN!
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
STEVEN!
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
STEVEN!
STEVEN!
STEVEN!
I hear my name
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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David the Lunatic
David the lunatic
had a son whom
they named Steven.
No home, they slept
under a canopy.
The wife Caroline
left one morning
leaving Steven
on the balcony.
Fate had a way, Steven
never fell sick.
David's dad had a
thing with polygamy.
Steven grew up
A man and joined
the seminary.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Native American
I am native american
Ho ka hey wah nah (steven and bruce)
Ho ka hey wah nah woh
Ho ka hey wah nah
Ho ka hey wah nah woh
Ho ka hey wah nah
Ho ka hey wah nah woh
(editors note: the above is war cry of the lakota(sioux) meaning
Lets go - now)
Life was forever when we were young (steven)
The land was protected for everyone (bruce)
Forever as long as the rivers run (both)
But now the water no longer comes (steven)
And now all that remains (both)
Is darkness a poisoned earth
And now before its too late
We must provide our own new birth
Chorus:
I am native american
I am native american
The question of honor you must decide (bruce)
The soul of the nation has been denied (steven)
Our dreams have been stolen before our eyes (both)
How do you say theres no tomorrow to a child? (bruce)
>from us there is much to learn (both)
There is so much youve forgotten
You cant change me
Try and understand I am proud of who I am
Chorus:
I am native american
I am native american
We must try and remember what were here for (steven)
You will suffer the darkness alone no more (bruce)
You will have the strength of all of us
Gathered here today (both)
That is something they can never take away (bruce)
Chorus:
I am native american
I am native american
Ho ka hey wah nah (steven and bruce)
Ho ka hey wah nah woh
Repeat 7 more times til fade
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Misery (feat. Steven Tyler)
Pink:
Shadows are fallin' all over town
Another night these blues got me down
Oh misery ... I sure could use some company
Pink & Steven Tyler:
Since he's been gone I ain't been the same
I carry the weight like an ol' ball and chain
Guess it's all meant to be ... for love to cause me misery
Pink & Steven Tyler:
Oh, misery ... Oh, misery ...
Tell me, why does my heart make a fool out of me?
Seems it's my destiny,
for love to cause me misery
Pink & Steven Tyler:
Oh, I've been down this road before
where the passion turns into pain
And each time I saw love walk out the door
I swore I'd never get caught again
Pink:
But ain't it true ... It takes what it takes
And sometimes, we get too smart too late
Steven Tyler:
One more heartache for me
Pink & Steven Tyler:
Another night in misery
Pink & Steven Tyler:
Misery ... Misery ...
Tell me, why does my heart make a fool out of me?
Misery ... Misery ...
Tell me, why does my heart make a fool of me?
Pink:
Seems it's my destiny,
for love to cause misery
Guess it's all meant to be,
for love to cause me misery
song performed by by Pink
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By the time May rolls around, I'm probably going to want to spend a month on an island. But if Steven Spielberg or Steven Soderbergh or any number of directors were to say 'Hey, there's this role, are you interested?' I'd be there in a flash.
quote by Marg Helgenberger
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Where I Come From
As I sit here thinking
Where I came from I had nothing
I had no mother love
Nor no father
I had me...
Which was nothing
The place I was to call home
Was not really home
Mom and Steven always fighting
Cussing, Screaming, Blood, and Tears
That's what I grew up with
I have scars to prove it
Always under weight
I would go some days starving
Other days I would beg for food
Mom said I didnt need to eat
Or I wasn't good that day
Where I came from I had nothing
Mama beat me
Steven laughed at me
Nobody to protect me
I was alone
I had nothing
poem by Makayla Straight
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Vespers (you are near)
You are near
though I cannot see
your face.
Your voice I hear.
Your gentle breath
moves to quiet passion
the bare limbs
of your beloved trees.
I hear you say
that you love me.
Your darkness
I embrace;
for me you wait
in the rising night
with endless gift
of eternal life.
poem by Steven Federle
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If you can't hear me, it's because I'm in parentheses.
quote by Steven Wright
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Dog Day Afternoon
Humorous
Dog Day Afternoon
Opus 30
dog,
hog,
wog,
wallow!
fog,
dog,
log,
hollow!
crawl,
small,
call,
meddle!
stuck,
luck,
muck,
wheedle!
smell,
yelp!
help!
needing!
wet,
set,
fret,
pleading!
me,
plea,
see,
freedom!
dog,
hog,
wog,
wallow!
Not again! ! Dedicated to all great dogs!
Steven B. Taylor
August 13,1997
poem by Steven B. Taylor
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Life...By Itself
Fill my day
with soft breezes.
I hear the birds call;
singing bees
swarm
with the pleasure
of the sting.
Oh! let me breathe deeply
the innocent air!
Minute by minute
force my life
through thin membranes,
for in the end
sleep will lead me
to bright seas, dreams
of fading mist;
then
fill it full
with your love!
poem by Steven Federle
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I, John
I, John, declare.
Listen!
Can you hear?
Open your eyes and see.
With outstretched hands reach and
proclaim to the world of endless strife
the Word of peace,
eternal Life!
poem by Steven Federle
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Night Train
The urgent night train,
rushing quite near
calling me, calling me
come away from there.
Listen! the whispering wheels
rumble on;
not a moment to lose,
but in a moment
long gone.
Despairing,
in the dark night I hear
a distant train calling
in another man’s ear,
and wondering
how opportunity’s lost
I feel in the wind
my fear’s cold cost.
poem by Steven Federle
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George is a radio announcer, and when he walks under a bridge... you can't hear him talk.
quote by Steven Wright
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This is life we've been given, made to be lived out, so... live out loud.
quote by Steven Curtis Chapman
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The First Moment
A door opens in the center of our being and we seem to fall through it into immense depths which, although they are infinite, are all accessible to us; all eternity seems to have become ours in this one placid and breathless contact.
Thomas Merton, Seeds of Contemplation
The approach is clear;
light of day,
bright sky
beyond my
silken shroud,
the door is open,
but I am afraid.
Should I pass through,
perhaps descend to
endless depths?
I listen,
I hear you calling me
calling me;
come home.
so, breathless,
trembling with life,
I begin.
poem by Steven Federle
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I Hear the Cars Race
I hear the cars race.
On the still night streets I hear it,
the rush of combustion, confusion of speed.
Power can slip through young fingers
like the leather leash of a big dog,
slashing tender hands.
I pray that they can hold on
or the beast will surely turn
and crush them
howling
like a
freight-train.
poem by Steven Federle
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Through Bright Morning I Run
Through bright morning I run,
eyes brimful with green love
as the silver world sings songs
of golden spring,
and through azure noon I love
how joyful psalms, bird-throated, rise
from verdant hills.
But when the long day ends,
in bright window framed
I see
your dark door.
I will not fear the velvet night.
for in the burning stars,
I see your eyes; in hushed
delta breeze,
I hear your voice
calling me.
poem by Steven Federle
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Vestige
"This is the reality I need, the vestige of God in His creatures." Thomas Merton, When the Trees Say Nothing: Writings on Nature
Bright day,
seaward breezes
clearing the sky,
Can you feel the chill?
Can you hear sounds of
rushing trees,
of mockingbirds
calling
cawing crows?
Behind life's song
can you hear the beat,
the steady
basso continuo?
Oh, just gaze
hard enough
into the
living blue,
and be it!
You'll climb the
bright back of night
and enter into
the song -
the song
in the mind
of God.
poem by Steven Federle
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In My Silence
In my silence I hear your song,
gentle breezes
filling tender leaves.
O feel my prayer,
my failing despair.
In my darkness I feel your breath
echoing my heart’s
steady beating,
O fill my emptiness,
my dying,
with eyes
like stars
consuming night.
poem by Steven Federle
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For An Old Man (Baltimore 1968)
i saw an old man today
he was all of ninety years
gray hair and whiskers did grow
round his ears
i asked him why he penciled notes
upon a browning pad
i do it to pass the day, he said
to keep from being sad
was he the wiser of generations
are we the age he has been
or is he just the passing of time
and of bottled gin
i saw an old man today
he was all of ninety years
gray hair and whiskers
did shadow his lonely tears
(Copyright Steven S. Walsky 1968)
poem by Steven S. Walsky
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Psalm for 9-11 (dedicated to Fr. Mychal Judge)
I hear your soft voice
In the hushed evening breeze
as gentle wind fills
these tall, murmuring trees.
For you're never too far;
your soft breath I can feel.
My soul stirs with faith
that no anger can steal.
Through the cold, empty night
you fill my dark soul.
Your brilliant light breaks
death's harsh hold.
In the morning I'll hear
your clear voice proclaim
that my life you've restored,
bitter tears wiped away.
poem by Steven Federle
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